I used to think my creativity comes from suffering and drugs. Access to this magical land was given to me only when earned. Not anymore!
Having and then talking myself out of ideas
I have learned that fear is something to seek out. Good stuff happens once we venture out of our comfort zone. Why do we abandon them then?
Excuse the ideas #poem
“Do you think that I count the days? There is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.”― Jean-Paul Sartre but what will i do tomorrow you ask i will tell you then but what will can survive such sorrow i will find... Continue Reading →